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Chapter Fourteen
Mrs. Homemaker
Part One
Wilting in her chair, Marguerite scowled at her husband across the breakfast table. When she had zoned out last night while talking to Veronica, she never revived until morning. At least Roxton had had the courtesy to carry her limp body to the bedroom, making sure she was covered. Yet, that didn't mean she forgave him for his senseless little stunt.
"Marguerite, darling, will you pass the apples?"
Marguerite, glowering, lifted the bowl of apples and placed them further from his reach.
Veronica, Malone, and Challenger exchanged glances. Malone, who was now faced with the dilemma of having the bowl in front of him, cautiously measured Marguerite's mood before silently passing the bowl to Veronica who in turn handed it to Roxton.
Challenger cleared his throat, smiling tightly at "his children." "I made a rather marvelous discovery this morning." He paused, contemplating. "Well, ok, it is rather quite minimal, but every discovery is a step closer. Have any of you heard about the theory of atoms having electrons, protons, and neutrons? You see the nucleus of an atom – which is believed to be positively charge – is made up of the protons and neutrons. The electrons – which rotate around the nucleus in what's called an electron cloud…" his voice died away as his failure took form. Sometimes there just wasn't anything a parent could do to soothe quarreling children, especially when referring to Marguerite and Roxton.
Marguerite yawned and she grew more irritable. "I'm exhausted." She got up, dumping her dishes on top of Roxton's plate. "Take care of it for me," her tone left no room to argue.
Roxton stared at the pile, yearning for the eggs that were now buried under her dishes. "Sure thing, your highness," he mumbled sarcastically. "Oh, excuse me, I mean, my Lady."
Marguerite smiled and kissed his cheek, his five o'clock shadow scraping her lips. "That's more like it, Lord Roxton."
He rolled his eyes, fighting back a grin. "Damn, Marguerite, I can never stay angry with you."
"Why would you be angry at me anyway?"
"Maybe because my hat now has a sunroof."
Malone, chuckling, asked: "What do you mean?"
"Nothing." Roxton turned back to his wife. "Have a pleasant nap, darling."
Part Two
Stepping out of the shower, securing a towel around his waist, Roxton glanced around before making a mad dash to their bedroom. Marguerite slept peacefully on their bed, her dark hair cascading over the pale sheets. He ignored her entirely, yanking open a drawer to pull out a pair of pants. "Marguerite," he boomed, slamming the drawer shut. "This has gone too far!"
Roxton glanced behind him, but was met with the sight of her backside. Infuriated, he marched over to the mattress, clasped her wrists, and jerked her off the bed. Marguerite, wrenched from her sleep, yelped and lost her footing, stumbling back onto the mattress, her elbow banging into the headboard. Roxton denied her sympathy. "What the bloody hell's the matter with you?"
"What's the matter with me," she screeched, crawling off the bed. "What the hell is the matter with you? You're the one who flung me around!"
"My clothes," Roxton seethed, indicating the dresser. "What the hell did you do to my clothes?"
"Well, excuse me," she retorted, dignified with her actions. "I was only trying to help you out with the washing."
"By turning everything pink!" Roxton tossed his hands in the air. "I can't take this anymore! You fix it! And you fix it right now!"
"Don't yell at me, Lord Roxton! This isn't my fault! Since I'm so tired I must've accidentally dropped some red dye into the soap."
"Wh-I-what the hell are you talking about," he demanded. "First of all, you can't "accidentally" drop red dye in soap. But let's say you did. So then if you were so damn tired then why'd you do the wash anyway?"
"Because unlike some people, I like to do nice things for my spouse!"
"I don't like your tone of voice, Marguerite. The way you say that I feel as though you are accusing me of something."
"Maybe I am."
A moment stretched tense between before Roxton lost his patience. "Well," he asked. "What is it?"
"Oh, as if you don't know."
Roxton was annoyed with the coy game. "Fine. Whatever you say. I'll go borrow something of Challenger's or Malone's." He stormed out of the room fuming. I could forgive her for the hat, but this is pissing me off.
End Chapter Fourteen
LoveMR: Cute but demented, right? Lol.
TheChosenOne3: Do you mind if I ask what country you're from? It's just that the pattern of your reviews tends to lead me to believe that you're elsewhere. Anyway, I'm thrilled that you like this. It's a completely different atmosphere than my other stories. I wasn't sure if it would stick on people.
Keys3303: I will as long as I keep getting requests!
SierraSunshine: I keep it going because of reviewers like you! (By the way, I hope you don't mind that I sent you that Season One discount. I promise that you won't receive junk mail because of it. Amazon is a trustworthy site.).
Fab: I'm glad you liked Chapter 11 as an ending – so did I. Yet, I had numerous requests to write more. As for the tea…
Zeusfluff: I'm working as fast as I can: I promise!
A. Windsor: But did he really drug her?
LMR: I've never been a big fan of Finn so I generally leave her out of my stories. In a couple other ones she is mentioned, but not present.
Kat183: But did he really drug her? Mmm…I don't know…(and, yeah, he needs a hat. Don't worry, he'll have one.).
MissMeganJane: Thank you very much. I love little pranks and arguments, too – as long as they eventually make-up.